A futa passing by on the other side

“Oh,” a futa who stumbled upon you said, stopping. “This is… interesting.”

“This isn’t what you think!" you say.

She tilted her head, clearly amused. “Relax. I didn’t do anything yet.” Her eyes flicked over you. “I’m just enjoying the view.”

“Could you help?” you asked.

She smiled, but there was no kindness in it. “You’re wedged in a hole you’re not supposed to use. That sounds like a *you* problem.”

You tried to pull back. The fence rattled. “I can’t move.”

She folded her arms. “Then I guess you’ll be there a while.” She leaned closer, voice light but sharp. “You know this is illegal, right? You could be in serious trouble if an officer found out.”

“I know..." you muttered.

“I might help. Or I might just stand here and watch you figure it out. Or maybe I will just call the college guards office and tell them to come pick you up. I haven’t decided yet.”